Camden High School - Megunticook Yearbook (Camden, ME)

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18 The Megunticook WHAT NEXT? Radio certainly has changed the world. Could you find anyone, about thirty years ago, who would stand up in front of millions of people and say: Are you suffering from wash day blues? Then get Pamsie Wamsie Washing Soap with the hustle-bustle suds, that gets clothes eight to ten shades whiter than any other brand of leading wash-day soaps. Don't be a fool. Get it today. I can't imagine any man keeping a straight face when he reads this propaganda. Think of a married man reading: Have you beautiful fingernails -long and tapering? Have you beautiful eyebrows? If not then rush to the nearest drugstore and ask for 'Heavenly Bliss' Make-up Kit. This is only one phase of it. The quiz programs take the cake. The quiz master starts off with a ques- tion such as Who is president of the United States? A contestant promptly replies, Oh, I know that-Roo-Rooses- Roosevelt is right and here's a ten dollar bill, and now for your final question, who was chief of the Wampang tribe of Indians in the year 1555? Gosh, I don't know-. That's a shame. You lose the twenty dollars. Next contestant- And on goes the quiz program, far, far into the night. ESTHER PEASE, '44 -ons- THE CLASS OF '44 Al-most three full years we've been here At dear old 'Camden High, But we're still climbing up the ladder, And our one last ye-ar is nigh. Happiness, joy, and freedom Hourished, In the classes gone before, But little .did they dream That their future would go to war. So, step aside, you of '43, And we will take our stand To serve our last year faithfully, To travel, hand in hand. EVELYN SMALL, '44 DEATH WAS SWALLOWED UP Of course she loved him! Who Wouldn't? Look who he was. Ever since he had saved her life in the spring of that year when the terrible floods had made the rivers divert their courses to malicious de- struction, she had adored him. Now he was sentenced to die. But for what? His life had been devoted to the people whom he called his friends. It was all a misunderstand- ing, his innocence must be proved, but unless the Governor pardoned him he was doomed! Again, he thought-it was he who had found her and led her safely back to the camp that day, one sum- mer, when she had become lost deep in the woods of Belmont, their Summer Home. He was indeed her friend, perhaps more-. She sat quietly, staring moodily, waiting patiently for the word that she knew inevitably must come, the word of his death. She looked up, half expecting to hear the shot, but-what was this? Coming across the field was her A father, the governor, and in front of him-L i! I! Jim I she shrieked. Jim leaped forward covering her face with loving kisses, as she held him closely in her arms. I just couldn't do it, darling, the governor said weakly. Then looking at Jim, His pleading eyes, his spirited mien - perhaps We have wronged him. Jim barked and wafrged his tail. PHILIP WENTWORTH, '44 -CHS- SUCCESS Off in the distance, a light seems to pene- trate the darkness of the world, It brightens as it travels mile by mile In peaceful countryg over jungle wild It conquers over evil acts, and While It brightens, life has ended its Great Trial. ROBERT BRIDGES -CHS- Polly: It's raining cats and dogs outside. Sarah: Yes, I know. I just step- ped into a poodle.

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The Megunticook 17 BEAST OF BERLIN In what was once gay Paris A Nazi sentinel stands, His face is hard and cruel And his are blood-stained hands. Stained with the blood of Frenchmen, Of Danes, of Czechs, of P-oles, 'Of Russians, and Yfugoslavians, And a million other souls. That stain of blood so innocent Neither bleach nor soap can rid. He killed them all so cruelly, A dog at a rnaster's bid. The master, beast and tyrant, Intent to rule the world, Trampling down little nations Whose Iiags had scarce unfurled. Little babes of nations Born of a previous war, Fell while bravely fighting Struck down by the Monster's claw. He pushed them down regardless Of right and wrong and pain. You'll pay for it dearly, Ad-olph When -the lights go on again. He's killed, and plundered, and murdered, Laid millions beneath the sod, But, Hitler, at last you've met your match- You're fighting Almighty God. LESLIE LE BLANC, '46 -CHS- JOHNNY'S ADVENTURE 'It was a cold, rainy day in March. Johnny Downs made his way down the dismal street and into a hotel lobby. He was to see his uncle who had a room there. Stopping at the desk, Johnny asked the clerk the number of his uncle's room. 414, replied the queer little man at the desk. Go right up. Johnny thought he said 410 and went to that room. He didn't bother to knockg he went right in. There was no one in the outer room, and he was about to call for his uncle when he heard voices in the back room. None of those men sound like Uncle Jim, thought Johnny. He realized he must have made a mistake in the number of the room and started to leave quietly, but something one of the men said made him stop and listen. Okay, Duke, de truck will be ready dis evening at 11 o'clock. Pick up Butch at 'Joe's Place' an den go right to de dam. De dynamite is all planted. All dat you guys has gotta do is jest bump of de guards and start it of Johnny had heard enough. Quiet- ly he slipped out of the door and madly raced down to the lobby to call the cops. About five minutes later a squad car answered the call and stopped before the hotel. Johnny breathless- ly told his story to the amazed cops. Taking the stairs two at a time they reached the room and came up- on the 'astonished gang Begorry, me lad I cried the sur- prised Murphy. This is Hooker Joe, famous gang leader and for- mer murderer. The police have been looking for him for a long time. The next day the whole story was printed in bold type on the front page of every paper where every- one could read of the bravery of fourteen year old JohnnyVDowns. Later he was called to the police station and was thanked by many of the city officials. The city dam was saved and Johnny Downs was a national hero. ISABEL PAYSON, '43 -CHS- PERFECTION 'Over .the turf the thundered His superb 'body racing into the wind, His giant muscles catapulting Him forward. A .flame of gold-en fire, 'He leaps walls, ditches, and fences Without effort, 'His magnificent head flfung high. lCrowds cheer him on, 'Butt he cares not for the thundering Multitulde, For he is king of his kin-d. The thing astride his back Means nothing to him, He can carry or 'throw it With equal ease. What is the power That ere-ated -this wondrous creature This king? The answer is, God, creator of all things. FRANK S. KNIGHT, '43 -CHES- Ruth M: I want a dress to put on around the house. Clerk: How large is your house?

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The Megunticook 19 WHAT TO DO IN AN AIR RAID ' In black and White, I now present to you my opinion of what to do in case of an air raid. In the iirst place, why take pre- caution? If Hitler dropped some eggs on us they would be rotten any- way. Secondly, when a red light is flashed, turn on all of your hundred watt lights so the enemy won't get lost in the fog. Third, go out and wave your hand. Maybe it is someone you know or wish to make his acquaintance. Fourth, wave a fiashlight in the air, to let them know you are there. If in a baker shop, grab a pie or cake. If a bomb falls, pick it up to see what it is made of. Maybe you will learn something. If an incendiary bomb lands in your attic, go up and put a hundred pound force of water on it to make it burn more. Then you can collect your fire insurance. If a high explosive bomb drops, stand up and take it like a man. Do you want to go through life think- ing you are a coward, or do you want to go through life. Period. If in a gas attack, don't put on a gas mask. You don't want to be shut up in an old stuffy piece of canvas. Also jump into a crater hole to hide. When evacuating public build- ings, always remember the rule of sexes. Men first, women and chil- dren last. After all, was not Adam the HI'St person on earth? If a person needs first aid, don't give it to him. It is much easier to bury him than waste bandages. We must save for defense. If a bomb hits you, don't go to pieces, lie still and you won't be no- ticed. If you are spending a quiet even- ing with your girl, don't kiss her. Maybe you will kiss her mother or father. That would be worse than a direct hit. Those are a few major duties dur- ing an air raid or black out. Follow these few simple rules and I will guarantee a successful blackout for years to come. WILLIAM DAUCETT, '43 -CHS- DAYBREAK The moon shone through the clouds shedding an eerie light over the forest. The stars, what could be seen of them, were twinkling bright- ly. The branches of the giant trees shut out the light so completely, that in some places, nothing could be seen. The whole forest was silent but for a night owl who, now and then, gave vent to his emotionsby a weird, Whoo! Whool, and a few other night animals who moved cautiously about as if afraid of wak- ing those who slept. Soon the light of the moon wan- ed and the stars disappeared. The owl ceased hooting and prepared for his sleep while the sun shone. At Hrst there was only a faint glow over the distant mountains, then very slowly the sun ascended into the sky, turning it from the grey of dawn into a cloudless blue for the day. The forest creatures awoke and started moving about in search of something to eat. A new day was here. MABEL HERRICK, '43 -CHS- DEATH O'er meadow, o'er stream the fair haired knight Is riding on charger grey, He's being led by the guiding light To a land so far away. In splendor he takes this last long ride In armor that brillian-tly gleams. No servants are there close by his side, It is all as in a dream. His charger climbs a fiowered trail Their halts before a stair. The bold knight doffs his heavy mail And murmurs a sacred prayer. He climbs until within his sight A valley of gold he sees He takes a breath, out goes the light He's gone to eternal peace. ROBERT BRIDGES